The only reasonable chance of any peace abiding here at the Circle H Ranch for the next few weeks of winter seems to require out-of-this-world thinking: it will likely only be achieved if Miss Cee and John the Sniper are jettisoned to separate planets. Kidding? Not.

Therefore, I am soliciting -- yes, with my little heart on my sleeve! -- any and all information relevant to intergalactic transport. My sanity weighs in the balance. OK, that particular commodity has not always been the most robust or reliable source of order, but--to my knowledge--it's all we've got around here. Time to conserve!

Oh, and price is no object...come to think of it, the Sibling Culprits should probably be confined to separate transport pods and sated with Double-Stuf Oreos.